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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sal caught up with Susan at the exit door where she stood inside the stairwell with Jareth still carrying the oblivious Sarah, waiting for him.

"Where were you? I thought something happened!" Susan said, flustered with concerned for her boyfriend. Sal gave her a quick hug.

"Sorry, just had to be a witness to Garcia's death. "

"So...he's..."

"Oh yeah." He shook his head. "You don't want to know." Susan took him at his word and didn't ask further. Sal turned to Jareth and asked about Sarah. "She okay?"

"Yes, she's just exhausted. That last spell was too much for her. We need to go." Jareth shifted her weight, hitching her higher in his arms; Sarah didn't stir. Sal's eyebrows arched at Jareth's answer.

"Spell? Wait...later. You'll be okay, Sue?" He asked since she was staying behind to give them and herself a legitimate cover. If she ran with them she would easily be implicated. And now she had one hell of a mess to deal with; not including Dr. Garcia's brain eruption.

"I'll be fine. Go�now. You don't need my keys to exit, just follow the same way out. Good luck I'll see you later." She and Sal shared a quick kiss and she ducked back into the main hall leaving the three of them in the dim stairwell. Sal lead Jareth carefully down three flights of stairs. Once they reached the basement Sal used his cell phone to call Carol alerting her to their imminent arrival at the rear of the hospital so she could bring her car as close as possible. Still wearing the latex gloves they had donned upon arrival Sal was confident they left no fingerprints behind as they exited the last door to the loading dock. However, he hoped Sue would be able to take care of their wet footprints and any other traces left behind during the ensuing confusion that was sure to follow for the rest of the night.

"Where is she?" Jareth asked eager to reach safety for Sarah's sake. His head swiveled looking for Carol's dark blue vehicle.

"I don't know. She should be close." Sal shrugged. "Follow me." Sal crept along the wall closest to the street keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Jareth held Sarah tightly to him as he followed behind along the brick wall. Sarah moaned in his arms and he gazed down at her still form. The wet hospital gown barely offered her beautiful body modesty; the silky smoothness of her toned legs rubbed against his left forearm and his right grasped her back under her shoulders. He shifted her again to keep her head tucked closely to his chest trying to impart some of his own body's warmth to her.

"There! I see her." Sal said after seeing Carol hastily flash her headlights from her parking spot at the curb on their side approximately 100 yards from the loading dock. She was parked a fair distance from a street light so they had the advantage of darkness. "Ready?"

"Proceed." Jareth answered keen to be away from this dreadful place. He remained close to Sal as they walked briskly to her car careful to stay within the cover of darkness. The rear door of Carol's four-door sedan was opened by Sal who assisted bundling Sarah inside the rear bench seat with Jareth right behind her. Sal took shotgun with his door scarcely shut as Carol pulled away from the curb in one fluid movement.

Carol drove craning her neck to see Sarah, her voice full of concern for her friend, "God...is she okay?" Carol tossed a small lap blanket from the front seat to Jareth to wrap Sarah.

"She's exhausted but she'll be alright." Jareth assured her. He held her in his lap, her head on his shoulder, her legs draped across his to the seat. After wrapping the fleece blanket tightly around her torso, he embraced her tightly to his body to keep her safe and warm; one hand firmly holding her head in the notch of his neck and shoulder. Her heart beat steadily and he felt its comforting rhythm next to his own. Finally his Sarah was safely back where she belonged. Jareth swore he would die before allowing anything or anyone to ever harm her again. He kissed the crown of her head, the irregular stubble tinkling his cheek. His Sarah.

Sal sat mutely from the front seat watching Jareth cradle Sarah lovingly in his arms; a look of fierce joy and possessiveness on his face. A mixture of guilt and relief swept through Sal. He tried not to stare but he knew the love he witnessed between them was exceptionally rare and Sal felt ashamed that he was a party to their traumatic separation; even if he was only one cog of many.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, Carol spoke, "Sal, it'll be okay. They're both strong." She gifted him a small smile and squeezed his shoulder. He shifted back around in his seat to give the couple privacy.

"I hope so; they're going to need it."

"You have no idea." Carol agreed earning a curious look from Sal but she said no more.

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Susan rushed back to the nurses' desk, the fire alarm still blaring overhead, and ran into one of the other staff nurses approaching from the opposite direction of room 314.

"What's going on? Is there a fire?" Tracy asked Susan, her direct supervisor, her nasally voice anxious.

"I don't know, Tracy. I've been checking rooms in the North wing. Have you seen any of the orderlies?" Susan asked playing dumb, praying that Tracy wouldn't see through her lies.

Tracy shrugged, "Not for awhile, I was finishing my medication rounds in the East wing when I heard the alarm."

"Well, keep checking rooms until we can either clear the alarm or we find something; the fire department will be here soon." Susan leaned her head towards the West wing where 314 resided hoping that Tracy might be inclined to check that hallway next.

"Okay, I'll check the West wing."

"Alright, I'll check the center offices and watch for the fire department." Tracy left for the West wing and Susan tried to ignore the icky feelings of remorse floating up from her gut. Whatever exact scene her coworker was about to discover Susan realized that for believability it was better that Tracy find it rather than herself. However, that didn't alleviate her guilt. She just hoped that Garcia's death wouldn't traumatize Tracy too much.

Susan continued to the nurses' desk located in the central hub of the psychiatric ward. When the fire department arrived she would buzz them in the ward and she mentally prepared herself for the required phone call to the police once the events in room 314 were exposed. As if on a schedule Tracy's high pitched scream echoed down the hall nearly overwhelming the still shrieking fire alarm.

'Show time.' Susan thought as she raced down the hall in support of Tracy. She found her vomiting in the hallway just outside of 314; one hand bracing herself on the wall as doubled over. What the hell did Sarah do to Garcia? Susan really didn't want to find out but realized she had no choice as she comforted Tracy asking what happened just before entering the shock therapy room.

"Oh God..." Susan whispered. A bloody, headless, white coated corpse lie motionless in a room covered with a thin, spotty patina of reddish gore. The four orderlies remained unconscious�they would need to be awakened or at least moved to a less revolting room; a task she dreaded if they didn't waken. The sprinklers were trickling to a stop but the room was already a sodden, red tinged mess emanating a scorched, coppery reek.

"Tracy..."Susan patted her shoulder getting her coworkers attention. "Tracy, call the police." Perhaps it would be better for Tracy to make that call; she would certain sound authentic. "I'll..." Susan gulped audibly, "I'll check the orderlies."

"Okay." Tracy agreed wiping her mouth and heading to the main desk leaving Susan alone. She reluctantly entered the grisly room and went to work waking all four of the male orderlies; who fortunately woke with an ammonia capsule vigorously applied to their nostrils. She immediately ushered them out of the room stalling any questions about the headless Dr. Garcia stating that the police were being called presently. Wisely she sequestered all four of them in separate empty rooms to avoid them synching their stories. She wanted to police to focus their suspicions on the events in 314 before her group's arrival; and since all four orderlies had been unconscious upon their arrival they might be able to inadvertently act as a cover story for Susan as well.

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Carol drove them into the garage attached to her apartment building and parked in her reserved spot which was fortunately not very far from the lobby entrance. Once again Sal helped Jareth maneuver Sarah from the backseat until Jareth was able to stand and carry her comfortably.

"Make sure you bundle her well and cover her head," Carol advised them. "We have to walk through the lobby and I don't want the doorman getting suspicious."

"Right." Sal agreed repositioning the blanket around Sarah's sleeping body cradled in Jareth's arms. He especially made sure her severely cropped hair and hospital gown were hidden from view since they surely would attract attention.

Jareth nodded to Sal, "My thanks." Then he placed his cheek against her forehead for a moment. Sal coughed, acutely discomforted to be so close to such intimacy and stepped away to follow Carol. Jareth walked a few feet behind his new friends as they exited the garage and entered the marble tiled lobby.

Upon entering the brightly lite lobby the doorman immediately noticed the four friends; one being carried. His brows furrowed.

"She okay? You need me to call an ambulance, Ms. Bagby?"

Carol waved at him indifferently, "No, no...She just had a bit too much to drink. Celebrating a big, new art showing you know." She smiled but resisted encouraging the conversation as she usually would; instead leading her small group to the elevators. Jareth and Sal kept quiet and did their best to appear casual while they all waited for an elevator to arrive.

"Goodnight!" Carol told the doorman cheerfully making sure to stand in front of Jareth blocking the view of him and Sarah. The doorman leaned a bit still watching them suspiciously until the elevator doors shut ending his view.

"That was close...I sure hope he doesn't try to do any good deeds and call someone anyway." Carol commented, slumping against the elevator wall in relief.

"Would he do such a thing?" Jareth asked with a note of concern. Carol shrugged.

"I doubt it but you never know with some people always thinking they know best."

The elevator stopped at the sixth floor and they exited, following Carol to her apartment several doors down. She quickly unlocked the door ushering them all inside before shutting and locking it. She couldn't help relaxing her back against her door and heaving a deep sigh; grateful that it was over. Well, at least her part was over. As much as she was willing to risk everything to free her friend Carol couldn't help be relieved to be done with the worst.

Jareth carried Sarah to his loaner bedroom laying her gently upon the bed. Sal followed behind after grabbing his medical equipment which he had brought to Carol's earlier and left in the common area. Anxious to complete a full field medical assessment on Sarah Sal approached Jareth's side and coughed discreetly; Jareth turned his head to look at the slightly shorter man.

"How long will your examination require?" Jareth asked, desirous to be along with his Sarah�finally.

Sal shrugged then set his personal medical equipment bag and a portable electrocardiogram on the floor next to the bed. He'd managed to sneak one of the backup electrocardiograms out of his station earlier that night and he'd sneak it back as soon as he left Carol's�nothing to sneeze at since a top of line 12 lead EKG machine started around $25,000, so he was eager to get it back to its snug little storage closet.

"Not very long, depends on what I find. Mostly I just want to make sure her basic vital signs are normal since I can't field test for anything complex or detailed. My gut tells me she's basically okay but this way I can see if she has any major, life-threatening issues."

"Proceed." Giving his consent Jareth stepped away from his hovering position next to Sarah's inert form allowing Sal to move closer with his equipment. Jareth, however, didn't leave the room but remained close to Sarah by moving to the opposite side and sat next to her holding her hand. Sal really looked at the woman before him for the first time and ignoring her ridiculously butchered dark brown hair he realized that she was quite beautiful in a tortured soul kind of way.

Not that she didn't possess classically beautiful facial features and a stunning body that any normal, healthy male would desire but she seemed to own a deeper, soulful magnetism that radiated even in her repose. Sal wondered if it had to do with the extraordinary slight-of-hand she'd performed on the dearly departed doctor not so long ago tonight. A subject Sal fully intended to investigate later.

It was Jareth's turn to cough but rather not so discreetly and Sal realized that he'd been caught staring at his patient who was dressed only in a saturated hospital gown and fleece blanket which tended to reveal a bit too much of her anatomy.

"Right...sorry, so I'll start with the simple stuff. Her blood pressure, pulse rate and move on from there." Sal rapidly attached his medical gadgets and gizmos to Sarah obtaining her various vital signs. He performed a physical assessment; listening to her lung sounds, checking for any physical trauma, pupil responses. He went further obtaining her blood glucose level which was in the normal range but a bit on the low side indicating to Sal that while she was not diabetic or in immediate danger she probably hadn't eaten a good meal for several days.

Things became complicated when he wanted to attached the 12 lead EKG. It required that he expose her breasts in order to place the adhesive electrodes. Sal explained what he needed to do in order fully assess Sarah's cardiac function and while Jareth silently nodded his eye's seemed to be in the negative. As Sal began to gently pull the edge of the wet hospital gown down Sarah's chest Jareth's iron grip grasped his wrists and Sal felt the small bones in his wrists grind painfully and thought for a second that Jareth might fracture them without regret. Their eyes met over the sleeping woman and a tight-lipped battled ensued. Jareth's intensely fierce gaze bored into Sal's weaker one until Sal dropped his eyes and pulled his hands away from Sarah; freeing them from Jareth's grasp with difficulty.

'Holy shit," Sal thought, 'Did he just growl at me?' A shiver skipped over his skin at the very not human sound emanating from the man who suddenly appearing very threatening to Sal. 'Note to self�no intimate-type touching of Sarah with or without her permission, ever.' Sal averted his vision as Jareth compassionately removed the gown to just to the required level; and kept them averted even when Jareth spoke.

"Tell me what is required and I will touch Sarah." He stated, unequivocally.

Right, this will be interesting. Electrode placement was a specific thing in order to obtain an accurate reading. 'Adapt, adjust, and overcome right Sal old buddy.' He thought.

"Okay then." He handed a hand full of approximately quarter sized foam discs to Jareth explaining that each one needed to have the hard plastic backing removed before placement. Then with as much professionalism as Sal ever presented he did his best to keep his eyes away from Sarah's bare chest and still point out the exact placement of the electodes. Likely the most difficult preparation of a 12 lead EKG he ever performed but he persevered because he strongly suspected Jareth would happily rip his throat out in seconds should he falter. Now that he really noticed, Jareth's teeth were oddly sharper and more pointed than the average persons', more like blunted fangs, like a predator. Curiouser and curiouser.

A lot of things about Jareth and Sarah fell outside of normal and Sal's street smarts were on high alert. He didn't feel truly afraid but things were obviously not ordinary and that made Sal nervous but in an inquisitive manner. Having seen and done quite a bit Sal appreciated unusual things and experiences. These two definitely fell within that category. He completed the EKG and without looking up from the machine instructed Jareth to remove the electodes. Jareth finished the task and quickly covered Sarah again; allowing Sal to resume looking at her.

"Well, other than her glucose level being a bit on the low side her vital signs are normal. She needs a good, hardy meal with lots of quality protein and carbs and she's dehydrated so she needs to drink plenty of fluids...preferably water. I doubt they feed her very well the last week. She looks a little thinner since I last saw her but her heart looks good...no damage from the shock therapy...at least none that I can find with my limited resources. Other than that she's physically healthy from what I can tell but I don't know why she's still unconscious." Sal looked at Jareth pointedly. "You mentioned something about her being exhausted because of a spell. You want to tell me about that?"

"No. She'll wake in due time." Jareth didn't look at Sal, instead he caressed Sarah's head and held her slack hand earning a frustrated frown from the other man.

"Look, Jareth. She's needs get out of the wet gown. She need to be warm and dry. How about you and Carol take care of Sarah while I return my equipment?" Jareth grunted his assent but remained gazing at Sarah. "When I get back later I want to talk to you about what happened tonight." Jareth looked up at this. "Everything that happened tonight." Sal insisted then added. "You can trust me...I won't tell anyone but I just need to know who I'm dealing with�what I'm dealing with...understand?"

Jareth remained silent for a few moments then returned his gaze to Sarah before answering in a low, neutral voice. "I understand. Your assistance has been invaluable, Sal. I will answer your questions but you must understand that if you prove untrustworthy I will do everything within my power to cause you everlasting regret." Sal heard the dangerous promise in his voice and believed that Jareth could fulfill his promise.

"Gotcha." Sal scooped up his equipment and quickly exited the bedroom without another word. Carol met him in the living room as he walked out.

"Well? How is she?" She asked eyes wide with concern.

"Basically she's okay. She needs a plenty of water and good meal as soon as she wakes up. And if you and Jareth could get her out of that wet gown and dried and get her warmed up, that would be best for her right now plus plenty of rest. I'll be gone for a bit but I'll be back later today."

"Thank you, Sal." Carol gave him a warm hug which he returned as best he could with his hands full. "You've been an unexpected blessing."

"Don't say that, Carol. I'm just trying to fix what I started. Take care of her I'll be back later."

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Eric's head felt strange. Not quite painful like a headache, not stuffy like sinus pressure but definitely not normal either. Ever since he awoke in the Bellevue emergency department hours ago he felt different. The doctors ran numerous tests before releasing him explaining that they couldn't find anything out of the ordinary but that he should follow up with his personal physician, especially if anything changed.

He left the hospital sometime early Saturday morning before sunrise. He told the hospital staff he'd take a cab when they insisted for safety reasons but he'd lied and drove his own vehicle to his parents' home. During the drive he noticed that the all the streetlights had rainbow halos surrounding them which messed with his night vision; made him think he was seeing things. Once at their house he sat on the back porch swing in the brisk early morning autumn air without a jacket; the cold not bothering him. Eric stared blankly into the pre-dawn darkness straining to grasp at any sense of normalcy.

His last coherent memory was of Sarah forcing something foreign into his consciousness; her eyes glowing an unearthly green. Her anguished screaming replayed over and over in his fractured brain and his felt his manhood harden instantly. Some new corrupted part of him desired to hear her screaming forever and that new part told him it was essential that he be the one to make her scream. His desire flared and he fumbled his pants open to expose his straining erection to the cold air. Eric intently focused on the torturous images in his mind; the wonderfully violent acts he could inflict upon Sarah to hear that melodious scream once again while he brutally masturbated. Hips jerking and spasming, his own tight grip bringing him to completion; Eric snarled, baring his teeth and envisioning his Sarah forever screaming. The voice agreed wholeheartedly and gave him a plan.

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The night shift normally left work at 7am but because of the death of Dr. Garcia and escape of patient Sarah Williams the night shift didn't leave Bellevue psych ward until after 9am. Beyond exhausted, Susan trudged from the building to her car with a heavy mind and heavier eyelids. The fire department had arrived a few minutes after Tracy discovered the gruesome remains in room 314 and the police showed up around twenty minutes after that once Tracy made the phone call. The fire department efficiently cleared the building and finally shut off the annoying fire alarm. The rest of the night and morning consisted of police interviews, questioning, and cordoning off of the shock therapy room. No clean up was allowed until the investigation could be complete; although after photographs and the initial physical investigation Dr. Garcia's body was removed to the City Medical Examiner's location.

The orderlies all gave consistent stories putting themselves with Dr. Garcia and the patient Sarah Williams in room prior to his death but none of them remembered what happened to her or Dr. Garcia. The police were very interested as to why a patient would require shock therapy at all and why in the middle of the night. None of the orderlies either would or could answer that question but did state that Dr. Garcia often performed treatments late at night.

The police were also very curious as to the location of Susan, Tracy and the other two night nurses while this incident occurred. Susan gave her prepared "taking a break" story, which the officers seem skeptical. But their serious interested peeked once they pulled the security tapes and found them to be nonexistent. In fact they realized that all the security cameras in the psychiatric ward were non functional and had been for several hours. Susan originally had considered restarting the cameras after Sarah's removal before she considering that it might look more suspicious than if she just let them remain off.

Overall the entire night stressed her immensely and Susan was grateful to be leaving for home. At least she was until one detective specifically told her on her way out not to leave town for the near future until they finished their investigation and hopefully located this potentially violent patient Sarah Williams. The police read Sarah's chart documented by Dr. Garcia and saw that she was recorded as highly delusional, paranoid, and violent. The police stated to Carol and the rest of the staff that the police would be on high alert to locate this particular mental health patient. Susan tried not to grimace at the news that was supposed to be reassuring to her and immediately left the premises.

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Later Saturday morning Sarah woke to the sensation of warm, strong arms and legs entangled lovingly around her naked body. Opening her eyes she found a familiar pale, lean chest snuggled against her face to the point of nearly restricting her breathing but she had no urge to pull away. She hadn't felt this safe and secure for days. She heard Jareth's steady heartbeat thrum inches away; she sighed deeply in contentment.

He'd come for her. He'd saved her this time. He loved her. And she loved him. Now it was her turn to save him. And she would do everything possible to save the Labyrinth once she retrieved Lizzie and formed the necessary bond making it safe for her to travel to the Underground. Sarah spared a thought wondering what day it was and how much time remained before the deadline. Then promptly ignored any care for the time assuming that if Jareth could rest peacefully then she could to; for now.
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